I had you at the height of your poem. <br />Green thundered in the silence of itself. <br />I think our moment had its perfect storm, <br />Though it existed in a shadow tune. <br /> <br />A feeling older than Methuselah <br />Brings back your Slavic mood with every spring. <br />I treasure April as I would a Psalm. <br />Distance, my friend, is rare and ripe for praise. <br /> <br />Previously published, 'The World Poets Quarterly', China<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-storm/
